I apologize for my lack of updates as of late...I've been experiencing a
creative block and I've been under stress from my school...But anyway, I
hope that now I can get back to my fic!!!
^_^ I thank you for being patient with me...NOW ON TO THE FIC!!! *Blows
trumpet and charges in on a dragon*
Takashi walked back down the dirt path with Kohaku, who was still remaining silent. As they found themselves back at Kohaku's home, he set down the water and followed him inside. His mother and father were sitting with Shippo, Miroku in a heated discussion with Shippo, while Sango listened in and gently pet the small cat.
As Takashi sat down, their quarrel immediately died down, both staring uncomfortably at him.
"Uh, hello Takashi, we were just talking about you."
"Why were you arguing so harshly?"
Shippo cleared his throat.
"Well, there are certain circumstances about you that seem a little...suspicious."
Takashi stared at Shippo, unsure of his implications.
"Suspicious? You mean you don't trust me?"
"-No, no! That's not it at all...it's only that certain things about you...perplex us...your clothes, you reactions to our village, and of course most importantly, your scent..."
He titled his head.
"Scent? What's so weird about a scent?"
Shippo leaned forward towards him, staring at his face over the fire.
"There's something verrrrry strange about your scent...deep down, it seems like something in your scent is being...masked...like it's trying to hide something about you."
"What?! But I don't have any physical problems with my body! I'm not asthmatic, I'm not overweight, -I'm even scrawny! - and I don't take any drugs!"
Miroku nudged Shippo and whispered in his ear.
"I see what you mean about his awkward speech; what's an asthmatic?"
Shippo cleared his throat and stood up, walking over to Takashi.
"It's not really a problem..."
He sniffed in the air as he sat down beside him.
"More like...something in your blood..."
"-And I sense something latent within your aura," Miroku stated.
"What are you saying? My body's trying to keep a secret?" Takashi began to laugh nervously.
Shippo stared seriously at him...
"...Actually, it very well could be...but, the frightening thing is...since the first time I detected it, it's grown stronger; begun to reveal itself."
He placed his clawed hand on Takashi's shoulder, looking at him in concern.
"Whatever it is, I want you to be on your guard...For all we know, it could be a curse..."
Takashi felt a jolt of adrenaline as Shippo said "curse". What kind of curse? Annoying? Terrible?...
...Deadly?
Later that night, Takashi lay in his bed, trying to process everything that had happened to him.
-How can I fall asleep in one place, and then wake up in another place that I've never even seen before?...
-I hope Mom isn't too worried about me...
Suddenly, he heard Shippo and Miroku arguing outside
"Shippo, I'm afraid all we can do for now is be on our guard; he seems like a harmless boy."
"Yes...but I'm starting to think about what that snake demon said to him..."
Shippo walked in through the door and looked at Takashi, who was facing away from him in bed. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and shook Takashi's shoulder. He turned over and stared at Shippo, wondering what he wanted.
"Takashi, is there anything...different *at all* about you that we should know?"
Takashi shook his head.
"Not that I know of."
Shippo sighed and let go of his shoulder, walking over to his bed.
"Alright, go back to sleep; sorry I woke you."
"It's alright, I was awake anyway. Good night."
Shippo curled up in his bed, staring in puzzlement at Takashi before closing his eyes and letting sleep claim him.
***
The fire in the hut had died to a few glowing embers, casting a wisp of smoke in the air. Takashi tossed and turned in his bed, his skin slick with sweat. He groaned and cried out from his dreams, pulling the blankets over his head and curling up in pain.
***
The reflection again...
Takashi found himself staring at the same reflection as the night before...It grinned at him maliciously, and then vanished. Takashi felt relieved, and reached to wipe the sweat from his brow...
-To find he had the same viciously sharp claws.
***
Takashi awoke with a start the next morning, panting as he shot upward from his bed. He was breathing heavily as he looked around the room, but then sighed as he realized it was another terrible dream. He rested his face in his hands, trying to calm himself down. He stared through his fingers to see Shippo, calmly sleeping in the other corner of the room. He sighed, and lowered his hands down to his lap.
"DEMONS! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! THERE ARE DEMONS IN THE VILLAGE!!!"
Takashi's head whipped up to the sound of the shouting, yelping as a sudden shock wave threw him out of his bed and a few inches into the air. He scrambled up and stared out the door to see the villagers running around in fear, some scrambling for their children.
He looked off to the end of the village, to see a young woman standing on the roof of one of the houses...she held a fan over her face, watching the hysteria. She wore an elegant kimono, her hair inky black and held up in the back. He gasped as he saw a swarm of strange looking wasps terrorizing the villagers.
He screamed as he felt a hand clasp his shoulder, only to feel relief as he saw that it was only Shippo pulling him out of the way.
"What the...NO! IT COULDN'T BE! THEY'RE DEAD!!!"
He rushed out of the hut and into the streets, heading towards the young woman.
"Wait! Shippo! Don't leave me alone! What do I do?!"
Shippo stopped in his tracks and yelled back at Takashi.
"HELP THE PEOPLE GET OUT OF THE VILLAGE!"
Takashi ran outside looking for someone to help, when he noticed a child lying motionless by one of the houses. He ran over and looked at the child, her eyes blank.
"Are you okay? Can you hear me?"
He shook the child, hoping to force her awake. But suddenly, a figure appeared from behind the house, staring blankly at Takashi. It was a young girl, pale as a ghost and dressed completely in white; even her hair.
"I found you," she stated dully.
Takashi held the girl in his arms protectively, backing away from the suspicious little girl.
"Wh-Who are you?"
"-Hello Takashi."
Takashi cried out and whipped around to see a man smiling down at him. He found himself paralyzed as he stared into the man's piercing red eyes. His hair was dark and mangled. Takashi found himself whimpering in the man's presence.
"Takashi? How do you know my name?"
"-Now now, Takashi...Whimpering like that is very unbecoming for a young demon."
"...Demon?"
"TAKASHI!!!"
Takashi looked to his right to see Shippo running towards him, holding a blue flame in his hand. His eyes widened in terror as he saw the man whom had addressed Takashi.
"N...-Naraku! What are you doing with Takashi?!"
"Well if it isn't Shippo...you've grown quite a bit...-Well, regarding Takashi, I'm taking him with me...he's the reason I'm here."
"WHAT?"
"The entire reason why Takashi's come here from the future is because I have plans for him."
"The future?! You mean-"
Shippo stared at Takashi and gasped.
"That was the other part of the scent I recognized..."
Takashi's eyes widened. He ran towards Shippo but was thrown to the ground by Naraku's hand.
"What do you want with him?"
"His power; I intend to make it my own."
"Power? What power?! I'm just a normal kid!"
Naraku chuckled, his cold, dark voice making Takashi shiver.
"Oh, but Takashi you're more powerful than you know...and you hold something very precious within your chest..."
Naraku kneeled down and touched the spot in front of his heart, much to his protest. Takashi flinched, but was surprise as the same pink glowing light emanated from his chest that he had seen the other night.
"Then...he's..."
"That's right, Shippo. He's *her* son."
"Takashi...is Kagome's son?"
Takashi stared at Shippo in confusion from his place on the ground.
"Wait, how do you know her? You know my mother?"
Naraku laughed, Takashi cowering as he stood over him.
Takashi suddenly felt faint as a dark purple fog surrounded him. He fell back into the clouds and began to black out...he heard Shippo call out to him, his voice barely audible as if from a long distance.
But Naraku's voice was clear...
"Yes, he knows your mother Takashi, as do I...and do you know what else?"
Takashi reached out for something, anything, but gasped when he saw his hand as the shadows overtook it...
"...I know your father, too."
And all faded into the darkness.
- :] Yes, I'm sure you all know who the big bad daddy is...but hey, we gotta keep the drama up for Takashi, cause *he* sure don't know!!!
- Next time, on "Finding the Past", find out what Naraku is planning for Takashi...and learn how Takashi's fate came to be!
- TvT Thank you so much for reviewing, you guys!!! I feel so loved! I hope I continue to please you!
Takashi walked back down the dirt path with Kohaku, who was still remaining silent. As they found themselves back at Kohaku's home, he set down the water and followed him inside. His mother and father were sitting with Shippo, Miroku in a heated discussion with Shippo, while Sango listened in and gently pet the small cat.
As Takashi sat down, their quarrel immediately died down, both staring uncomfortably at him.
"Uh, hello Takashi, we were just talking about you."
"Why were you arguing so harshly?"
Shippo cleared his throat.
"Well, there are certain circumstances about you that seem a little...suspicious."
Takashi stared at Shippo, unsure of his implications.
"Suspicious? You mean you don't trust me?"
"-No, no! That's not it at all...it's only that certain things about you...perplex us...your clothes, you reactions to our village, and of course most importantly, your scent..."
He titled his head.
"Scent? What's so weird about a scent?"
Shippo leaned forward towards him, staring at his face over the fire.
"There's something verrrrry strange about your scent...deep down, it seems like something in your scent is being...masked...like it's trying to hide something about you."
"What?! But I don't have any physical problems with my body! I'm not asthmatic, I'm not overweight, -I'm even scrawny! - and I don't take any drugs!"
Miroku nudged Shippo and whispered in his ear.
"I see what you mean about his awkward speech; what's an asthmatic?"
Shippo cleared his throat and stood up, walking over to Takashi.
"It's not really a problem..."
He sniffed in the air as he sat down beside him.
"More like...something in your blood..."
"-And I sense something latent within your aura," Miroku stated.
"What are you saying? My body's trying to keep a secret?" Takashi began to laugh nervously.
Shippo stared seriously at him...
"...Actually, it very well could be...but, the frightening thing is...since the first time I detected it, it's grown stronger; begun to reveal itself."
He placed his clawed hand on Takashi's shoulder, looking at him in concern.
"Whatever it is, I want you to be on your guard...For all we know, it could be a curse..."
Takashi felt a jolt of adrenaline as Shippo said "curse". What kind of curse? Annoying? Terrible?...
...Deadly?
Later that night, Takashi lay in his bed, trying to process everything that had happened to him.
-How can I fall asleep in one place, and then wake up in another place that I've never even seen before?...
-I hope Mom isn't too worried about me...
Suddenly, he heard Shippo and Miroku arguing outside
"Shippo, I'm afraid all we can do for now is be on our guard; he seems like a harmless boy."
"Yes...but I'm starting to think about what that snake demon said to him..."
Shippo walked in through the door and looked at Takashi, who was facing away from him in bed. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and shook Takashi's shoulder. He turned over and stared at Shippo, wondering what he wanted.
"Takashi, is there anything...different *at all* about you that we should know?"
Takashi shook his head.
"Not that I know of."
Shippo sighed and let go of his shoulder, walking over to his bed.
"Alright, go back to sleep; sorry I woke you."
"It's alright, I was awake anyway. Good night."
Shippo curled up in his bed, staring in puzzlement at Takashi before closing his eyes and letting sleep claim him.
***
The fire in the hut had died to a few glowing embers, casting a wisp of smoke in the air. Takashi tossed and turned in his bed, his skin slick with sweat. He groaned and cried out from his dreams, pulling the blankets over his head and curling up in pain.
***
The reflection again...
Takashi found himself staring at the same reflection as the night before...It grinned at him maliciously, and then vanished. Takashi felt relieved, and reached to wipe the sweat from his brow...
-To find he had the same viciously sharp claws.
***
Takashi awoke with a start the next morning, panting as he shot upward from his bed. He was breathing heavily as he looked around the room, but then sighed as he realized it was another terrible dream. He rested his face in his hands, trying to calm himself down. He stared through his fingers to see Shippo, calmly sleeping in the other corner of the room. He sighed, and lowered his hands down to his lap.
"DEMONS! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! THERE ARE DEMONS IN THE VILLAGE!!!"
Takashi's head whipped up to the sound of the shouting, yelping as a sudden shock wave threw him out of his bed and a few inches into the air. He scrambled up and stared out the door to see the villagers running around in fear, some scrambling for their children.
He looked off to the end of the village, to see a young woman standing on the roof of one of the houses...she held a fan over her face, watching the hysteria. She wore an elegant kimono, her hair inky black and held up in the back. He gasped as he saw a swarm of strange looking wasps terrorizing the villagers.
He screamed as he felt a hand clasp his shoulder, only to feel relief as he saw that it was only Shippo pulling him out of the way.
"What the...NO! IT COULDN'T BE! THEY'RE DEAD!!!"
He rushed out of the hut and into the streets, heading towards the young woman.
"Wait! Shippo! Don't leave me alone! What do I do?!"
Shippo stopped in his tracks and yelled back at Takashi.
"HELP THE PEOPLE GET OUT OF THE VILLAGE!"
Takashi ran outside looking for someone to help, when he noticed a child lying motionless by one of the houses. He ran over and looked at the child, her eyes blank.
"Are you okay? Can you hear me?"
He shook the child, hoping to force her awake. But suddenly, a figure appeared from behind the house, staring blankly at Takashi. It was a young girl, pale as a ghost and dressed completely in white; even her hair.
"I found you," she stated dully.
Takashi held the girl in his arms protectively, backing away from the suspicious little girl.
"Wh-Who are you?"
"-Hello Takashi."
Takashi cried out and whipped around to see a man smiling down at him. He found himself paralyzed as he stared into the man's piercing red eyes. His hair was dark and mangled. Takashi found himself whimpering in the man's presence.
"Takashi? How do you know my name?"
"-Now now, Takashi...Whimpering like that is very unbecoming for a young demon."
"...Demon?"
"TAKASHI!!!"
Takashi looked to his right to see Shippo running towards him, holding a blue flame in his hand. His eyes widened in terror as he saw the man whom had addressed Takashi.
"N...-Naraku! What are you doing with Takashi?!"
"Well if it isn't Shippo...you've grown quite a bit...-Well, regarding Takashi, I'm taking him with me...he's the reason I'm here."
"WHAT?"
"The entire reason why Takashi's come here from the future is because I have plans for him."
"The future?! You mean-"
Shippo stared at Takashi and gasped.
"That was the other part of the scent I recognized..."
Takashi's eyes widened. He ran towards Shippo but was thrown to the ground by Naraku's hand.
"What do you want with him?"
"His power; I intend to make it my own."
"Power? What power?! I'm just a normal kid!"
Naraku chuckled, his cold, dark voice making Takashi shiver.
"Oh, but Takashi you're more powerful than you know...and you hold something very precious within your chest..."
Naraku kneeled down and touched the spot in front of his heart, much to his protest. Takashi flinched, but was surprise as the same pink glowing light emanated from his chest that he had seen the other night.
"Then...he's..."
"That's right, Shippo. He's *her* son."
"Takashi...is Kagome's son?"
Takashi stared at Shippo in confusion from his place on the ground.
"Wait, how do you know her? You know my mother?"
Naraku laughed, Takashi cowering as he stood over him.
Takashi suddenly felt faint as a dark purple fog surrounded him. He fell back into the clouds and began to black out...he heard Shippo call out to him, his voice barely audible as if from a long distance.
But Naraku's voice was clear...
"Yes, he knows your mother Takashi, as do I...and do you know what else?"
Takashi reached out for something, anything, but gasped when he saw his hand as the shadows overtook it...
"...I know your father, too."
And all faded into the darkness.
- :] Yes, I'm sure you all know who the big bad daddy is...but hey, we gotta keep the drama up for Takashi, cause *he* sure don't know!!!
- Next time, on "Finding the Past", find out what Naraku is planning for Takashi...and learn how Takashi's fate came to be!
- TvT Thank you so much for reviewing, you guys!!! I feel so loved! I hope I continue to please you!